No Se Perite La Pesca On the Rondout Creek, we watch a heron tiptoe across a tight rope from dock to boat. We cheer him on to rev the engine, speed out on the water, wave his legs to a gaggle of geese. Boys equipped with worms and rods, ignore the signs, throw out lines, […]
Mary Leonard
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Poem: Lake Placid A Pantoum
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